Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Franke,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.